Arriving in Style

[Velyn Wilde]

Sending his aura of significance all around him, flashing a healthy smile at anybody who bothered glancing at him or waving half-heartedly, Velyn left innocent passerby wondering what they'd missed. Was he somebody special? Was that why he was acting so... open, in public? He certainly looked as though he he could have been an athlete. Some kind of professional runner or wrestler, except his hair and clothes begged to differ. With wavy, shoulder-length hair that seemed to gleam under the sunlight and clothes fit for a celebrity to wear, Velyn looked as though he cared more about fashion than any sort of physical sport.

Winking at several girls who seemed to be admiring the muscles moving under his well-toned skin, he sent them into blushing, giggling fits. He sighed inwardly. Pity that impressing girls always seemed so damn easy for him, whereas impressing guys simply wasn't.

He arrived at the large building that he assumed to be the laboratory, and stepped inside after a moment of hesitation. This was it. It was time to discover the truth. What would come of his stay at the academy, and what would happen to him upon graduating, would probably all depend on this moment.

[Sheldon Hofstadter]

Dorm: Black

Sewaddle

Drowzee

Plusle

[Velyn Wilde]

After a long moment of hesitation, Velyn reached over and picked up the Sewaddle's pokeball. He preferred something a bit more showy, but it would definitely work better than the tiny Plusle or the... rather unattractive Drowzee. Flipping it into the air with one finger and catching it deftly in the palm of his hand, he hoisted his bags higher onto his shoulder and set off towards the Black dorms with his new Sewaddle.